Classic Poem

Tuck, my treasure! Tuck, my pleasure!
Lucas won't have a meet at the " Cheshire
Cheese' till after Christmas — truly,
He's a bore and I'm yours, duly,
Robin!
P.S.

And if you love me, write and say so.
Quaequae cupit, sperat — sings Ovidius Naso:
To-day, you know, I dine with Morison.
Is there a dinner with Tuck in the horizon?
I'm expecting, of course to behold Mrs. Hamilton,
First subject of Bonny (which to mention were dam'ill ton).